Date: Mon, 22 Dec 2003 23:12:08 +0000
From: james peters
Subject: HIGH SCHOOL - Soccier-13: part 2
Thanks to the five people who had replied.
Here is Part -2; sorry to leave your 'dangling.'
YES, it is a true story.
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>From Part-1: we were in the shower.
Part-2: I held his monster in my hand....and it grew and grew. Blake backed
out of the shower and into the bathroom. He did another side-by-side
comparison. "Are you sure your mother won't be back until the morning?' he
asked. 'Yup' said I. "Neat...let's have the shower later:...and moved into
the bedroom. Ashamed of my 4 incher, I had my hand cover it while he
strutted proudly around MY room!! The full-sized mirror didn't help
much...well it helped highlight the differences in our bodies.
"Have you got a ruler handy? he asked, and walked over to the desk without
waiting for an answer. He returned and measured my 4 incher, then measured
his. "Haven't measured mine for about three weeks" he said. The result:
8.8 inches. "Do you want to wank it? he asked. Without a word, I gave him
my answer, placing my right hand on his 8.8....and not knowing exactly where
to place it...top or bottom or in the middle. As soon as the motion began,
he sat on the bed edge and lay back, throwing his arms behind his head. It
didn't take long before his whole body was heaving, the heat built up around
my hand, and out it spewed...some ten spurts of white cream. After the first
two or three spurts, Blake rolled over onto his side, so that the remaining
spurts hit the bed. As the last lot trickled out, I couldn't help but notice
that his last dribble produced about the same amount as my main spurt.
"Wow...that was awesome" said he.."now let me do you."
Well, you can imagine! His large hand totally consumed my 4 incher. He
ended up using three fingers and his thumb. We cleaned up the bed and
wiped stuff off the floor. By this time, his monster had softened and it was
still bigger than my big. And his hair: area-wise, it covered at least 10
times my pubic area. "Shall we shower now? he asked. This was the first
time he didn't take the lead.
I was all for putting on clothes after we emerged from the shower, however
Blake had other ideas. He walked around naked, not that I minded. "Come
on...leave your clothes off man" he pleaded. I complied as I was growing
accustomed to the shame. "I like your dick" he ventured "sometimes I think
mine is just too big...gets in the way and stuff." "What do you mean?'
asked I. "Well, when I run, it flops all over the place; when I fall I
usually crush my nuts." And did he have nuts !! while mine had hardly
descended and my bag was about the size of a golf ball, his sack could hold
about four or five golf balls !! As we sat and talked, I hands were
groping all over his monster. Surprising, he didn't explode; he had great
control over it.
"Wanna suck it? he said with a mischevious grin on his face. Within a
second I was on the floor, kneeling at this feet, trying to get his monster
head into my mouth. The usual moans and then
BLOW....he sat up , held my head in place and blew his second load so
quickly that swallowing time was non-existent. With cream dripping down the
sides of my mouth, wanting to spit out the entire mouthful, yet feeling the
pressure to swallow. I swallowed.
"My turn to do you." said Blake,and we changed positions. He had done this
before, as he worked my slit to perfection. I came, and I think blew a
load bigger than my first one ten minutes before. Not bad for a little guy.
To cut a long story short, we slept in his bed, with me on his arm, with me
on his chest, with me smelling and licking his armpits. We fell asleep at
some point, with me waking at about 4.30am, to check the garage from my
window. No car...mother was still at work.
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